You didn't face the sun through the dark waters' plies
To keep in heart the treasure box of liars,
To let them play the battle of false "I's".
You wear contradictory masks and have forgot
The Screen of Consciousness was broken into shatters.
Only a mirror can't adore and can't be horrified, no matters
Whether the beauty is in front of it or not.
The sense of Love was lost so many lives ago.
Look at the wry reflections of your Self.
You can't remember how to feel it in your soul
And have no choice to substitute the terms.
The happiness by way of anaesthesia
With surrogates of feelings in the mind.
The more your contrast between suffering and pleasure,
The more illusion of your emptiness inside.
One more condition for a temporary 'high' -
We'll be one step back from the satisfaction
By carrying luggage of the past filled with internal tension,
Feelings of injury and guilt we can't deny.
The lack of love is easily compensated
By searching for approval and some praise.
Suppressed emotions framed by fears that were hated,
Will be expressed only in warped and violent ways.
To wash away the self-recrimination
We sink in our masochistic bliss,
To keep a fragile comfort zone under protection
We give a prayer to our ghostly fears.
In favor of the selfish willingness
Knowing is filtered through dictated patterns
Of past experience of bitterness,
Where laziness is covered with the shield of shatters
Of cozy habits underneath.
Only the Ego is involved in the exciting show,
Where our consciousness' just playing with our Self.
The Ego drops an anchor of perception through the oceans
Into the bottomless abyss of strong devotions
In the pursuit of catching on the shelf.
We are in quest of what we didn't lose
As our possible escape from self-awareness,
Being submissive slaves to human weakness,
Clinging to prejudices labeled as values.
It is impossible to free what hasn't been lived through the souls.
The failed lessons are identifying with the roles.
External catalysts just open the hideaway disease.
The strong addictions that we're partial to is
Just screaming pointers to the inner Tao,
To reason why we're here and right now.